On Thanksgiving day, T gets to play the part of the turkey

Poor guy. Emily just pretended to use an axe on his leg.

I am knee-deep in cooking and realizing that I need more sauce pans and more heating elements on my stove. Plus, of course, more counter space. Doesn't everybody feel that way when they make a multi-course meal? Of course, if I had cleaned off the tables before starting the cooking marathon, I'd be in a better counter-top space situation. I am about to cut up my fourth onion of the day.

Dirty dishes are less of a problem this year. We're keeping on top of them and running the dishwasher regularly.

Emily is stuffing the turkey

Poor T.

My favorite quote for this particular holiday comes from "The West Wing":

President Josiah Bartlet: If I cook the stuffing inside my turkey, can I kill my guests? I'm not saying that would be a deal breaker.


The only cooking directions on my green beans are "Keep Frozen".

I think we are done.

I am tired (exhausted).

To be thankful

That Emily is pretty nice and fun to be with today.

That T and I managed most of this cooking without killing each other or cutting or burning any important body parts (actually fairly little was cut or burned).

That my parents are out of town.

That my compost pile is doing well. (I really love composting).

That T is so helpful.